Crime scene (Remix)

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YungTrel

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Never gon catch me running
If you catch me running then I'm going for the hunnids
Fucking on your bitch
Put a baby in her stomach
This a different song nigga this ain't acting funny
And I'm finna go dummy
Hot hot
Bitch I'm hot
Me and the bros we cooking at the spot
And my flow so sick nigga I'm finna rot
Trynna chase to the blues
Trynna chase to the top
I'm tryna get to the bread tryna get a lot
Play with us get slumped
You know my niggas they on dump
And ain't no 1 on 1 get jumped
You better not say it's up
Because when it's up it's stuck
Got the choppas and the pumps
And this beat got me crunk
Leave you with bruises and lumps
Because you already know wassup
And I'm cooling with the crew
Don't get me in the wrong mood
Because I will act a fool
And I will play this song while I'm chilling at school
And I don't think none of that really matter
Pissing on you niggas can't stop my bladder
Tryna get to the blues
Tryna get to it faster
Ain't nobody on my level you can't even use a ladder
And I think that I'm finna go really crazy
All that shit you talking it don't really faze me
Tried smoking on a blunt
Yea I'm getting dazy
Shawty told me she want to have my baby
And you know I don't like to get violent
And you know I don't believe in that but don't try me
Thinking about stretching a nigga out but I'm silent
And I'm out my body
I think that I'm wilding
I'm wilding
And I think it's my time
Yeah I think it's my time to shine
Finna roll up just like autumn is prime
Finna beat the Pussy up
And beat it from behind
This his bad think I broke her spine
Lu bro you don't wanna cross over this line
And I'm finna go for the win I want you and I want your friend
Your boy Jer he back ona beat again
I just did a sin I gotta pray again
When it's money ima fiend
Bunch of racks all up in my jeans
And you know ima feed the team
On top of these niggas
Just like ima king
And this coming off the head I'm finna pass it to craig
Yea I'm finna slide
When I pull up you know they gon hide
I'm grabbing her shit while I hit from behind
I'm getting that bag
I'm never behind
These niggas can't faze me I'm not high skies
When it come to the bros you know ima ride
When it comes to the bros you know ima provide
My daddy locked up he apart of a mob
If a nigga try me he gon see the other side
You know me and jer finna spit some straight fire
We go to the back didn't need a squad
We shot your son you better pray to god
Them bullets start flying
The nigga went up
That nigga keep playing I keep my geek tuck
These niggas be cake
Put him in a pan
This bitch on my
Shhh
She a Lu fan
She think I'm the man
She finna get played that's a part of my plan
These niggas be soft call them butter pecan
I'm fucking your bitch call her every weekend
Moving that sauce might just call me Batman
Stand at your door might just call me door man
Sweeping him up put him in a dustpan
Empty him out put him
In the trash can
Now we gotta dead man
Put him in a van
That nigga keep playing I know where he stay
Found a nigga house then hit him with a left
My nigga jer came then hit him with a right
The nigga was scared he didn't wanna fight
I got in my bag been in it all night
My nigga sha stay sipping on that dirty sprite
Black nigga white ice just call me panda
Got your bitch watching me like I'm her favorite channel
Quit playing with your life nigga this ain't no gamble
Light a nigga up just like he a candle
Your bitch on me and she moving like a dancer
So when I pull up ima slap em with a sandal
Ima give em the speed like I'm ramble
Shot the nigga through a peep
Now he hollin' danger
White chalk on his body like I was a painter
And we giving out shots like it's a vaccine
Smerged in the drip just like a submarine
Don't play with us we'll leave a crime scene
Smoking loud pack need some better hygiene
This bitch keep talking I just told her bye
I been in that bag since I was like 13
It's
J
E
R
If you don't know how to spell
You better stay silent you better not tell
In class making heat till I hear that bell
She moving real slow moving like a snail
Found a nigga house
Kick down the door then ring the doorbell
Send the bullets through the mail
Free my cousin outta jail
And I'm hot as hell
And I promise on my momma I'll never fail
I'm the type of nigga f*ck a nigga bitch while he up in jail
Or I'll f*ck a nigga bitch in front of his face I don't really care
I'll get me a glock with a tec and a switch and I promise I won't miss
Mane I swear ima glitch
I hop ona track with Craig and jer
Hand me the sticks so we can play call of duty
I'm living the life I swear I'm ina movie
This nigga a Brewster I f*ck on his tutor
Nigga really a bitch
He really a gangsta up in his computer
Nigga tj he run like he ina track meet but like peaduwoo said
Get your junky ass off them pills
You ina house playing GTA
Im playing that in real life
Put me in squid game I'm staying alive
Put a Nigga dead to the ground
We shot that nigga
He said spin the block
We circled around
I was there he was no where to be found
I'm catching these bodies while I'm catching rebounds
Nigga told me to jack but he pulled out a strap
You really a hoe for that
I hop ona track I keep talking shit
He told me to quit I told him I can't
I walked down the court and I drop my 3s like curry
Nigga you know I'm not a dummy
Keep talking shit this shit can get bloody

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